Brimstone
Pain and fire; you understand?
No! I do not understand myself!
And what have I done?
O God - what have I -
I don't want the answer but I cannot run
What's broken then? Can circumstance really be faulted?
Or has the apple rotted right down to the core?
Nothing left but to perish in its own toxic flesh.
Yet ... if once pure then corrupt, could it not then be true?
That I could be refashioned for good all anew?
31 July 2019
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